Sheesh! Long day in
the saddle! The miles just don’t melt
away on the road like they used to.
Maybe it’s just the bike I’m riding.
It’s not exactly a luxo-barge like my Wing. …or maybe I’m getting to old to be racking up
hundreds of miles a day on a bike.
Doesn’t matter – I’m here, and the only way I’m going to get somewhere
else is riding. The only down side to
this bike is the windshield on it is worthless.
All the wind is hitting me directly on the chest, and there is no
adjustment. It appears as though I’ll
have to add more wind blocking layers.
Most of the day was spent northbound on Rt 1 zigzagging the
Nanana River with mountains on either side.
We really didn’t run into any snow or ice still left on the sides of the
road till we got to Talkeetna, but by the time we passed Denali Park, it warmed
up nicely. It was only the last hour or
so that the trip actually became entertaining.
While most of it was spent going in a straight line, we finally got some
big sweeping curves with clean pavement.
At 75 mph, the trip finally was starting to come together!
Detached cabins for the night next to a large hotel. Bunking with Larry (not the cable guy) for
the night, but when we first walked into the room, we looked at each other in
disgust. One king size bed?! Well – that’s NOT gonna work!! We got that straightened away REAL
quick!! Now we have 2 king size
beds. Whew!
We meandered off to the detached restaurant/bar and enjoyed
our first (of many) beers along the Chena River while we waited for the rest of
the group for dinner. Things seem to be
going into later in the day than my previous motorcycle trips, and I can only
hope that it slows down a bit so I can properly look back on things to document
what transpired. As it is right now,
it’s late and I’m tired, but this is the first, and longest day (in terms of
miles) that we have planned, so I can hope things slow down a bit. Tomorrow, we travel to the Dalton Highway,
the Arctic Circle, and on to Coldfoot.
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